I CORNWALL
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New Johnstown was my name, before I became popular.
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People came to me from far away.
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With the arrival of George Cornwallis I was given a new name.
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Those who left me were thought to be free of me.
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Those who came to me, were given a new beginning.
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Together we grew into what we are today
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a foothold from generation to generation.
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To my East is my mouth, to my North is my Capital,
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To my West is my breath and to my South is what I am all about.
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I stood tall when I watched my children fall.
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I offered them my land so that their children could make a stand.
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Many of them fought on other land and for those who came back
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I read their names and prayed for them from their own
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back yard. And may their silence guide us to peace.
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(In memory of our fallen heroes. Michael Altieri)
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Creative. Thanks Michael
Michael…always enjoy your writing!
This is really great Dad! Good job 🙂
Thought provoking and eloquently put my friend … well done. 🙂
Very animated and lyrical!
A re-read brought to light the intent, the location, the time frame. Together we get and got our beloved CORNWALL.
You did a fine relationship piece here Michael. Nice. It may find it’s way into our city montage one day.
Fantastically written!